Home is Where Two Hearts Live

The smell of homemade bread wafted through a sparkling clean house. A woman, with long hair neatly pulled back in a half-up-do, sat stitching a beautiful quilt. The quilt was too small to cover even her petite frame. This quilt was for her infant. The infant she did not have, and perhaps never would have. The purity ring on her finger danced as her fingers hurriedly worked at her task. Suddenly, she pricked her finger and the tears that were already resting in her eyes fled down her cheek. Laying aside her work, she picked up her Bible. Flipping through the pages she searched for an answer to her plight. Yet, she had read the words time and time again. Setting her Bible down, she got to her knees and bent her head praying, “God, I know that I am not perfect. Yet, I have done everything in my power to be a Proverbs 31 woman. Ever since I turned sixteen I have been preparing for marriage. Isn’t 20 years an adequate amount of preparation? When will You send a husband to me? I pray it will be soon! But still, I know that Your will is better than mine. If You will not send me a husband, than please send me a heart that does not yearn for one!”

In the conservative Christian culture many women were being brought up to be homemakers. In my opinion that is a great and noble career.  Yet. many girls who dream of being married homemakers become single housekeepers. They can keep a perfectly tidy house, yet they are homeless because to them, a home is where two hearts live. Home is a place where you can love, and be loved.